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Listening to the mock-up Infant Sorrow CD right now. Have memorized every song over the past three days. Getting pathetic.
Aaaand taking my little (okay, younger. Boy's about a foot taller than me) brother into a counseling session tomorrow, where I'll have to explain to the counselor about how my mother is a psychotic headcase and, if when she calls, demanding personal info about my brother's mental state, to tell her to fuck off. Oh, and also that, when she has a screaming fit about the evils of antidepressants, to ignore her. God.
Also, getting my hips x-rayed tomorrow, because they're popping and aching constantly, and apparently I'm just going to have to resign myself to having hip replacements by the time I'm thirty, Jesus.
Aaaand taking my little (okay, younger. Boy's about a foot taller than me) brother into a counseling session tomorrow, where I'll have to explain to the counselor about how my mother is a psychotic headcase and, if when she calls, demanding personal info about my brother's mental state, to tell her to fuck off. Oh, and also that, when she has a screaming fit about the evils of antidepressants, to ignore her. God.
Also, getting my hips x-rayed tomorrow, because they're popping and aching constantly, and apparently I'm just going to have to resign myself to having hip replacements by the time I'm thirty, Jesus.